You're dancing up on tables...

[ginndaddy]

My writing-fu has deserted me...and I need to remember to email the NateF/AlexS to Dhu...but I'm doing this anway. Stealing from all over the f-list. And I'm limiting you cretins to two each. *eyes you*

Reply and name two characters from different fandoms and I'll write a ficlet or something. commentfic!

Fandoms: Bandom, Supernatural, Firefly, NCIS, NCIS:LA, Eastwick, Generation Kill, Watchmen, Criminal Minds, Batman/Nightwing, Harry Potter, MASH, RENT, Stargate (SG1 and SGA), and MacGyver...I'm probably forgetting some but these are the ones I'm reasonably comfortable in so take your pick.

Remember...two scenarios each...may open it up for more after that depending on how many comments I actually get.

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Colbert/Sheppard non Atlantis AU -> meaning Atlantis doesn't exist?

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Colbert rolled his eyes to himself as the big wigs once again proceeded to sit in their circle and jerk each other off. Or at least fuck around with the regs again. He watched his men for signs of anarchy and generally let them have their way. This whole situation was fucked either way.

"I wonder what it feels like to have orders that make sense." Brad glanced to his left at Sheppard and half shrugged. "I mean, the LT does what he can obviously, but none of this is what we, as Recon Marines should be doing."

"Lt. Fick is the only CO here that still thinks orders should make sense." Brad murmured cryptically. John blinked over at him with that not-so-blank expression he favored right before insubordination came out of his mouth. Brad shook his head. "Let it go, soldier." He walked back towards his own vector, waiting for the call of 'oscar mike'. Sheppard, and Fick too soon enough, would learn that the powers that be called the shots and the grunts took the pain.

That didn't mean Brad had to be the one to disillusion either of them.